Pog Towers, my house, is in pretty much a constant state of chaos.  This means that certain family members and friends contact me to let me know when programmes are on TV covering hoarders.  Hilarious.  I have discovered this week though that it is not entirely my fault.  Ok, the boxes of cottons, embroidery threads, buttons, ribbons and bags of material can’t really be down to anyone else, but there is someone else who lives here, and this week I have caught him contributing to Pog Tower chaos.

Here we have Norman removing socks from my sock draw and leaving them on the floor:

And when he couldn’t distract me from working by trying to remove the screen…

…he knocked all my papers off the table and liberally spread them around the floor.

We had words.  He promptly went to sulk on top of my wardrobe.

So there you have it – photographic evidence that it’s not just me that is responsible :o)